This Doe was one of three. I watched as one passed under my tree. I didn't want to move because I would spook the others coming up behind me. I watched the first pass under the brush. With one directly under my I drew on the other as she stared at me. I had to shoot. Seconds later I seen the first doe was confused looking and looking back. Then I seen Bern's arrow flying through the brush. We had just discussed the closeness of these two stands. If we each shoot twenty five yards. Nothing can pass between us. We were right.